04-07-2019, 06:43 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]He reminisced, sometimes, about the time he spent underground.
He thought of his siblings. He had been the eldest; the middle child, spirited and adventurous, had to be kept under watch to keep them from wandering off; the youngest, silent and stoic, had imitated him, looked up to him. Their half-sister, harsh but well-meaning, guarded the two younger ones by his side.
He thought of his caretakers. Each watched him with a sense of curiosity, as if waiting to see what he would do. The eagle's thoughtful eye, the squid's inquisitive probing, the sleipnir's judgmental stare, all followed him to this day.
Had he known the truth then, could he have preserved the fond memories? Or was it all doomed from the beginning to end in him running, fleeing to the surface from a cause that could only lead to the destruction of everyone involved? The fresh air helped dispel the musty odor of the caverns, but he could not shake the feeling that he was still being watched.
The scent of sea salt was unfamiliar, but the healthy growth of foliage was a good sign, as was the scent of other people- most of whom were not large beasts like he was. Perhaps this was a place to rest, at least for a while, before he kept going. On and on, he had to travel, to the edges of the earth. Even when he got there, would he find peace?
It wasn't worth thinking about right now. Darksouls stood by the end of the railroad tracks, gently turning his head to sweep the landscape. Here, though he might be called to feed and protect the people for as long as he stayed, they would expect nothing further from him. They would not require... what his former home had.
He could be just about anything else other than that.
He thought of his siblings. He had been the eldest; the middle child, spirited and adventurous, had to be kept under watch to keep them from wandering off; the youngest, silent and stoic, had imitated him, looked up to him. Their half-sister, harsh but well-meaning, guarded the two younger ones by his side.
He thought of his caretakers. Each watched him with a sense of curiosity, as if waiting to see what he would do. The eagle's thoughtful eye, the squid's inquisitive probing, the sleipnir's judgmental stare, all followed him to this day.
Had he known the truth then, could he have preserved the fond memories? Or was it all doomed from the beginning to end in him running, fleeing to the surface from a cause that could only lead to the destruction of everyone involved? The fresh air helped dispel the musty odor of the caverns, but he could not shake the feeling that he was still being watched.
The scent of sea salt was unfamiliar, but the healthy growth of foliage was a good sign, as was the scent of other people- most of whom were not large beasts like he was. Perhaps this was a place to rest, at least for a while, before he kept going. On and on, he had to travel, to the edges of the earth. Even when he got there, would he find peace?
It wasn't worth thinking about right now. Darksouls stood by the end of the railroad tracks, gently turning his head to sweep the landscape. Here, though he might be called to feed and protect the people for as long as he stayed, they would expect nothing further from him. They would not require... what his former home had.
He could be just about anything else other than that.
tags (06/18/19):